Conversations display variations seeming as
Splitting wholeness..prismatic they are..joyful
Prismatically..without attachment.. as
Wholeness appears as glorious variety..
However..there is the attachment thing..the golden calf
Hiding the whole..hatching rancor and stomach knots..
World history thus resuming in each conversation..
All of this seems so..until we kinda back away:
Prismatic joy and golden calf..a storied split..
Are still wholeness appearing as this and that..
Are they ours..?
With the assumption of separation
An easy Yes is said along with
A strange brief glance..
But if we remove the assumption
This illusory assumption
The uneasy thinker finds
A crumbling identity..
Frightened and joyful..and
Free..as thoughts visit from
Erase the words above..
What remains represents
The End of searching..
Although discussion may
Introduce a cloudy day...
The most common word in every language
For centuries has stood for the person reading these words..
Sages are known to possess a much larger I..but the
Secret..that you and I might claim an expanded
Version..has found its home only on fringes..hiding a
Reckless bounteous Freedom..yet..there are those who
In desperate times..found the Joy of this delicious word..
But..alas..have settled for a mirrored image..reflected
Most clearly on their driver's licenses...
We observe today with expectation
In that stretch of the future..
But in a new time..as time is exposed
Oppositions are also exposed..and the
Seamless sounds..quivering and revealing:
Nothing at all..
Is an appearance
Created from a multitude of perceptions and conceptions..
Each of the multitude arising in This..and seemingly
Integrated to be you and me.. thus birthing a new perception
And conception..which may arise with a nagging belief in
The end all of a reality of birth and death..
This story may resonate..suggesting an awakening to the
Vastness and Oneness of This..or perhaps not..
If not..new stories may arise continuing the warfare
Story of ages..affecting the body with bouts of discomfort..
New body stories arising..rearranging and disguising This..
Yet..Perfect it is for this moment...
A preliminary message
Ignited the chaos..featuring
Sharpness and compression and
Macabre hilarity.. penetrating our
Heart of Democracy..the wounding
Was not out there on the steps and rooms..
Those horrors seemed to harbor.. in the
Moment..dark facades of fascism..
Until a mirror revealed our darkness
With a glimpse.. inaugurating a new
Bend on our homeward road...